Background Image
Risky, thought paul d, very risky. for a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. the best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit, so when they broke its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.
-Toni Morrison
Please Wait....
Translating....

Risky, Thought Paul D, Very Risky. For

Toni Morrison
Risky, thought paul d, very risky. for a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. the best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit, so when they broke its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.
Views: 3
Cite this Page
Prevent plagiarism by providing proper attribution.
APA FORMAT
Embed this Quote
Copy this HTML code to embed the quote on your website or blog.
HTML CODE
Topic
Children Next Littles

More From Toni Morrison

Day and night she had drudged and struggled and thrown her soul into her work, and there was not much of her left over for anything else. being human, she suffered from this lack and did what she could to make up for it. if she passed the evening bent over a table in the library and later declared that she had spent that time playing cards, it was as though she had managed to do both those things. through the lies, she lived vicariously. the lies doubled the little of her existence that was left over from work and augmented the little rag end of her personal life.
Lying Night Soul
It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. she knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if se adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. she must not become a slave. she feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.
Passion Fighting Savages
She smiled. she knew she was dying. but it did not matter any longer. she had known something which no human words could ever tell and she knew it now. she had been awaiting it and she felt it, as if it had been, as if she had lived it. life had been, if only because she had known it could be, and she felt it now as a hymn without sound, deep under the little whole that dripped red drops into the snow, deeper than that from which the red drops came. a moment or an eternity- did it matter? life, undefeated, existed and could exist. she smiled, her last smile, to so much that had been possible.
Life Hymns Snow
I think i fell in love with her, a little bit. isn't that dumb? but it was like i knew her. like she was my oldest, dearest friend. the kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. i wanted to go with her. i wanted her to notice me. and then she stopped walking. under the moon, she stopped. and looked at us. she looked at me. maybe she was trying to tell me something; i don't know. she probably didn't even know i was there. but i'll always love her. all my life.
Love Moon Thinking
He stepped toward her, and her heart just ached from it. his face was so handsome, and so dear, and so perfectly wonderfully familiar. she knew the slope of his cheeks, and the exact shade of his eys, brownish near the iris, melting into green at the edge. and his mouth-she knew that mouth, the look of it, the feel of it. she knew his smile, and she knew his frown, and she knew- she knew far to much.
Heart Irises Looks
“simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “simon…” “yes?” a new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “please… take me to my room.” hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “sweetheart, i would take you to timbuktu if you asked.“
Hands Names Skulls
Similar Quotes
What are your thoughts?' 'my thoughts?' i replied, before i even realized what i was saying. 'my thoughts created my world.' mac sat up in his seat. he scrunched his curls with his hands, perplexed. 'who said that?' i told him the truth. 'oh, just someone i used to know,' i said, stroking the naked skin on my middle finger.
Hands Skins Curls
If these hands, used to fighting, would be acceptable to his holiness, we most thankfully dedicate them to the service of him who deserves so well of the church and of the fatherland.
Fighting Hands Church
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. his hand smells like metal. when was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?
Gun Hands Knives
A beautiful hand is an excellent thing in woman; it is a charm that never palls; and better than all, it is a means of fascinating that never disappears.
Beautiful Mean Hands

Trending Author

Douglas William Jerrold
Douglas William Jerrold
Jenna Fischer
Jenna Fischer
Judy Garland
Judy Garland
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Ramsey Clark
Ramsey Clark
Kylie Minogue
Kylie Minogue
Category
Information
Inspirational
Philosophy
Personal Growth
Happiness & Joy
Life Lessons
Success & Business
Motivation